I Just figured out what Happened to me!

What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost (1Corinthians 6:19)

About a month and a half ago I was making one of two trips homes from an activity and I used a back road to do it. It was getting dark but I noticed something on a rutted corner of the lonely dirt road I was traveling. I whipped on by but glanced as I did. There it was! A Macumba sacrifice.

There seem to be two type of sacrifices offered by Macumba adherents, a red one and a white one. In the red one you will often see a chicken with its throat slit and its blood mixed with water in a clay bowl. Along with the chicken may be food items, cigarettes, red wine and other trinkets to please the spirits. The red offering is bad. It means that someone has cursed someone or something. The one I saw a month ago was a white one. White ones are “good” magic. This one had white wine, cigarettes, and some cornmeal in a small clay bowl. I think that there were some white roses there too.

I like clay pots, bowels and vases. I use them for my plants. So, on my second trip past the foreboding corner I noticed that the object of my delight was still there. As I made my last trip past that corner I slowed, opened the door while still driving and grabbed that bowl. I gave it a quick wacked to empty it of its evil contents and off I went as happy as a chicken who escaped having his throat slit!

Now, if I was a believer in Macumba I would know exactly why I have been going through the health dilemma I have these past six weeks. It was around my sacrifice stealing time that my health began to deteriorate. The music team was here from FBC Lake Orion and we put on our Friday and Saturday music conference. Sunday was a busy day and Monday night I fell into bed feeling worse than I’ve ever felt in my life.

Did I anger the spirits? I may have. However, the Spirit who dwells in me is greater than anyone of them. He protects His temple. Does he allow that temple to go through troubles? Yes He does. Why? Because that temple lives in a sin sick world. Am I worried about further repercussions from the evil demons who’s offering I pillaged? Nah. And I’ll give you three reason why. Tomorrow!

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